Beautiful
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alone with my enemy
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and share a bitter cup
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of poisoning
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my countenance
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to see his face in mine
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and follow every line
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back to my enemy
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(chorus)
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you are mine
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pennyroyal wine fly
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like an innocent child
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that followed every line
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back to my enemy
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beautiful
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falling fast from a state of grace
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and trusting there is a light
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in darkest place
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my dirty knees
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hold the ground till it's done with me
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i've come to see that beauty is a thing
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that is without grace
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(chorus)
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beautiful
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at home with my history
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and run the scarlet ink
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with the tears of mercy
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my battle wounds
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lay to rest a treasure box
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and thinkin of the scars
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as the jewels of my story
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(chorus)
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Enemy
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Jesca Hoop |